sing the laugh against Joe. "Any omahdawn would know that, sure!"

The wind hauled round more to the west-sou'-west again when we had
passed the Argulhas Bank, reaching down to the southward until we were
in latitude 39 degrees South; so, squaring our yards again, we preserved
this parallel until we fetched longitude 78 degrees east, just below
Saint Paul's Island, a distance of some three thousand miles. We
accomplished this in another fortnight after rounding the Cape; and
then, steering up the chart again, we shaped our course nor'-east by
north, so as to cross the southern tropic in longitude 102 degrees East.

After two or three days, we reached a warmer temperature, when the wind
falling light and becoming variable we crossed our topgallant and royal
yards again, spreading all the sail we could so as to make the best of
the breezes we got. These were now mingled with occasional showers of
rain, as is customary with the south-west monsoon in those latitudes at
this time of year, it being now well into the month of May.

For weeks past the Silver Queen had delighted the captain, and, indeed,
all of us on board, with her sailing powers, averaging over two hundred
knots a day, which considering her great bilge was as fast as the most
famous clippers; but now that she only logged a paltry hundred or so,
going but five or six per hour instead of ten to twelve, "Old Jock"
began to grumble, snapping and finding fault with everybody in turns.

The men forward, too, reciprocated very heartily in the grumbling line,
there not being so much for them to do as of late; and, the great
marmalade question again cropping up, things became very unpleasant in
the ship.

One day I really thought there was going to be a mutiny.

The men came in a body aft, headed by the carpenter, whom the captain
had been rather rough on ever since he found him that morning we were
off Tristan da Cunha aiding and abetting Ching Wang in his cruel cock-
fighting propensities; although, strange to say, "Old Jock" seemed to
condone the action of the chief offender, never having a hard word for
the Chinee albeit plenty for Gregory, the carpenter.

On this eventful occasion Captain Gillespie was seated on the poop in an
American rocking-chair which he had brought up from his cabin, enjoying
the warm weather and wrinkling his nose over the almost motionless sails
hanging down limply from the yards; and he did not disturb himself in
anywise when Greg